When Childhood Friends Reunite – Iceland Edition
This is Emily.
Born just days apart in the same hospital, we really have been friends since birth. We grew up together playing house, dancing like ballerinas in our tutus, and making forts in my parent’s living room. We are very different people, but have always managed to find a laughter in everything and support each other in life.
Since we both left Iowa right after high school, we try to coordinate our trips back home, but it doesn’t always work out that way. Usually I’m the one to blame, as I can hardly resist a cheap ticket in off-season, and therefore rarely make it home when her teacher schedule allows.
Ever since I moved to Norway, Emily has promised to visit, and I have believed her. We have tried to coordinate a visit a couple of times, but last summer, things finally happened. Somehow we agreed that before she came to Oslo, that we would meet up…in Iceland.
So there I was one day in July–I had landed in Reykjavik, and was waiting for Emily’s flight to get in. I admit I was nervous; we had never traveled together. Our time together the past ten years exclusively consisted of us going to the local “beach” or meeting up for a beer or a margarita. This was a trip together! To Iceland! Way beyond anything we’re committed to together before.
On our first day, we jumped right into things and went on a hike as well as trying our hand at some dry-suit snorkling. It pushed our comfort limits more than we had expected, with my suit leaking (2C water, mind you), and her getting claustrophobia in her dry suit.
Ultimately of course, we survived, and got a pity ride back into town from one of our guides.
Although I’m not sure either of us want to go snorkling in Iceland again, the visit from Emily proved that no matter how much time has lapsed, best friends can always pick up where they last left off.